Mother of an incarcerated son: Mothers Day 2012

This pass Mothers Day was a REALLY tough one for me. Neither of my children are in arms reach nor was I able to see either of my grand children. When I didn't receive any cards in the mail from either of my children I began to reflect on all the things I have done and still do for 2 adults yet I received nothing.

I spent most of that day in the bed, crying, asking why was I not appreciated more by those that I felt I'd done so much and been there for to include the fact I didn't see nor receive a phone call from my grand-children. **THANK YOU MISTY FOR THE TEXT & PICTURE** It wasn't until I got up, put on my work out clothes and took a long walk that I was able to just breath and be easy about it.

Sunday comes and goes...I go to work Monday and come home to this

AND this

When I say I cried for all of 10-15 minutes I mean it with every ounce of my being! He has such a way with words (one of the Father's many gifts to OUR son). I could care less about a gift that money buys, it's gifts like THESE that count. The sentiment and time taken to prepare this poem is PRICELESS! As I read that poem over and over again I thought to myself if he NEVER gave me anything else THIS was enough.

So I come home from work Wednesday to find

Lord knows I love my incarcerated son and thank GOD every day for him! He was created to be something great and GOD speared him the ending he was most certainly headed for by putting him where he is. It's not the best place but it's the place he has to be in order to prepare himself for what GOD has for him!